My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The moment the door closed, my tears stopped.

I calmly got up from the ground and put on my slippers. After that, I washed my face before taking out some ingredients from the refrigerator to make myself pasta to eat.

Crying took a lot of energy! I was already hungry as soon as Hendrix left.

From this point of view, it was not easy for actors to make money.

As I ate the pasta, I couldn't help but think about how Jordan would treat me as it affected my next step.

If I wasn't mistaken, after what happened today, in this well- matched battle, Jordan had already retreated. If he made a concession, that could be my chance to mess things up.

Now that I was 100% sure about Hendrix's feelings, all I had to do was do my best to assist him.

Hendrix would fight for his career while I would fight for his heart.

After confirming this fact, I was in a rare good mood. I kept eating until I finished all the pasta I

cooked.

When I went upstairs, I saw one of the doors left ajar. Judging from the layout, it should be the study. The computer that Jordan had used was placed on the desk.

straight into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with

something. Jordan had set up everything in this house to make a fool out of me.

it was better to be quiet than to make any moves. I simply laid back on

I immediately

stormed out of the bedroom and stomped into the living

caught up with me at

as he said impatiently, "What are you doing? It's the middle

strength to break free. I then turned around and rushed out of the

house, opening the

removing his car key when he lived in a sh*tty place like

also came out

I quickly bent down and got into the

the engine, I turned

wheel flooring the acceleratore

Jordan's

opened the door

gentlemanly demeanor and roared, "I asked you

the steering wheel tightly, ignoring his existence as